Comfort involves an ancient sweater stolen 12 years ago from my very first boyfriend. A pair of socks made from yarn from OneHotProcessor and a pattern from a book given by FotheringtonThomas (please excuse lack of links, I have not worked out how to add them in when posting, lazily, from my BlackBerry). Comfort is finishing the sewing up of a baby surprise jacket, and the mending of a slightly broken bra (I really ought to hand wash the things). It's knitting socks for me, and a scarf for A, and Christmas Pudding hats for new twins.

Comfort lets one decompress from a morning spent at work. From a nasty, debilitating cold that's left me feeling wrung out and exhausted, struggling to breathe, panting gently and coughing wildly. Wobbly and tired, and in need of many cups of tea.
I like being snuggly warm, wrapped up in wool, watching The Princess Bride, the paper propped on my knee and a young Cary Elwes to admire.

Xxx

In summary:

The Black Mountains rock, and are gorgeous, see:

I've had food poisoning from dodgy eggs twice in the past six weeks, and obviously should not be allowed near lightly cooked eggs.

The cat has a partially detached retina in one eye, a bleed behind the other.  The latter may be due to high blood pressure/thyroid/kidney and is treatable.  She went to the vet today, and my Mum is now reassured that the cat will learn her way round the place even without being able to see, and will stop bumping into things soon.  The cat is now terribly clever for putting her paws on the chair before leaping up, rather than worrying Mum by putting her paws onto the chair and then leaping on.  The cat is also getting oodles of hugs, proper chicken and sardine and tuna, and has 1/8th of a blood pressure pill to take.  Since the cat is now 18 years old, it's hardly surprising that she's disintegrating.  She does purrrrr nicely when cuddled, though.

I am prepped for Region Day on Saturday.

I have lost a mitten. I intend to knit these.  I am very good at losing left mittens, and have now got three right mittens to my collection.  It's a good excuse to knit new mittens.

The major project at work is about a week behind itself.  I foresee some late working in order to bring us up to speed by the weekend.  On the plus side, I fixed another major problem within 30 minutes of getting to work.  Swings and roundabouts.

I have ordered the yarn for Sir's slipover.  It seems that if I want to order it from my LYS, there is a premium of 75p per ball.  I'm getting it from the manufacturer.  This involved phoning the manufacturer.  There is only so far I will go for convenience, and 75p per ball is too far, particularly for a fair isle project for which I need lots of balls of yarn....

It is past my bedtime, and it's been an interesting few days, what with work, and the cat, and the being ill and the driving to Wales and back.  Yes.  I drove to Wales and back, and managed not to crash.

xxx